It is late. About 1 a.m.

I should go to bed.  I have to work tomorrow.  I have to get up two hours before I go to work and shower.  I have to do my hair and make-up.  Iron my clothes and walk my dog.  I really should go to bed... I just can't.

I am watching an infomercial.  No, I'm not.  The TV is playing an infomercial, but I am not actively watching it.  I am suffering from ennui-- an affliction only fatal to Gashlycrumb Tinies.  Thank God.

Hmm.  I should go to bed.

I am surfing the internet and coveting the steam mop for sale on my TV. 

I should go to bed, but now there is a woman named Sholene trying to sell me something called Turbo Jams.  Dunno. 

Alright.  I'm going.  

Right now.  To Bed.

 Any moment...